The bell rang , I tilted my head , thought the old man had some shots left , I got excited and ran to the door. I opened the door and I think my mouth... feel to the floor. It was Kiran. HIs son. I ran to bedroom , and wrapped the sheet around me. I was so fucking scared. He saw scanned me from toe to head.I heard the door close.Mrs. Dutta please I just want to talk , stay calm.(Fiirst name true , second name false – security reason munchkins)I composed my self, dressed my self and went out. He. I was broken out of my train of thought, and just nodded my head. I knew I looked like an idiot and that I needed to get my shit together. Austin would never speak to me again if he thought I was some kind of mute. I followed him into the kitchen and leaned up against the island as he poured me a glass of water. When he handed it to me and our fingers brushed, a shot of electricity ran through my body and my knees buckled. Luckily, Austin caught me before I gracefully face planted into his. "Fine," I said, "See you tomorrow, say noon-ish?" See ya at noon," she replied and hung up.I was curious as I reached out and pinged Rosalind's mind. By the time my plane took off from Logan International Airport, I had gathered enough to know what was going on. Upon meeting my Korean cupcake the day after, I was confirmed my suspicions. Rosalind had three friends who shared her apartment; one of them I had bumped into on my way out the last time I visited. Rose's roommates had seen her mood go. Madeline had frozen all night, and at six a.m. Rory had awakened her by peeing in her face, and then he’d unlocked her, before he’d gone back upstairs to go to work.Madeline also worked, she had a position as a researcher at Buttermilk State U., and so she’d dressed and gone to work, and then run home early to do the chores. Madeline’s mother, Bernice, would come over and supervise Madeline’s housework.This was a ritual that had gone on since Madeline was young, coming straight home from.